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MSC Opera kehrt nach Südafrika zurück: Buchungen für die Wintersaison 2025-26 geöffnet

MSC Cruises hat die Buchungen für die Wintersaison 2025-26 in Südafrika eröffnet, und die MSC Opera wird nach mehreren Jahren in die Region zurückkehren. Nach einer erfolgreichen Sommersaison im östlichen Mittelmeer wird das 2004 gebaute Schiff auf einer 26-tägigen Repositionierungsreise von Venedig nach Durban segeln. Die Kreuzfahrt führt durch das Rote Meer, den Indischen Ozean und entlang der…

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the phantom of the opera (1989) dir. dwight h. little

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Save Your Tears

06: Let It All Go

Driver! Mick Schumacher x opera singer! OC (Ophelia Becker)

Strangers to friends to lovers, love at first sight, long plane flight, personal drama, opera references

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: long one, MSC accident, flashbacks are on italics

Every way of feedback is very welcomed

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He doesn't know how much time passed. It might be minutes or hours. Time when you are grieving seems to go slower than it already is.

The moment he walked inside that building, he felt a ball of anxiety inside his chest and how his mind started working while waiting to walk inside the main room.

His father is healthy, he speaks a little. But he can't help but think of all the alternative endings of how his accident could have gone, of the possibility of being in the same place Ophelia was, grieving a parent. 

The moment he saw her sitting on a chair he immediately knew what he had to do.  

The queue was slow but his anxiety and worry for her were growing fast, making him sigh and walk towards her.

She was looking down at her hands, playing with the ring he remembers touching. It made him smile, remembering how close they were and how beautiful she looked when he was only a few inches away from her.

When she looked up, his heart broke. Her eyes were red and the moment she looked up at him. Mick could feel her pain, how sad she was, and in that moment he wanted to take that sadness away from her. He wanted to see her smile, but the moment he heard her sobs, he only wanted to hold her for the rest of his life.

He stayed with her, sitting next to her and holding her hand on his lap. He doesn't care about what responsibilities has that day, he doesn't care if his best friend's stag party is at night. He will be with her.

But… why? He only knows her for a little sort of time. Why does he feel the need to be next to her, hold her and comfort her? Why is he only thinking about making sure she doesn't cry again, at least in public? Did she eat? Drink water?

"Ophelia" he asked quietly, squeezing softly her hand and receiving only a soft tired groan from her. "Do you want to go eat something?"

"I'm not hungry" she whispered.

"I can hear you stomach saying otherwise" he whispered, brushing his thumb on her knuckles. "Come on, let's go eat something"

"I don't want to leave her" she mumbled. "I just… Later, okay? The funerary services have to come and take her… tomorrow is the burial"

"Okay" he whispered, nodding.

He doesn't understand what he is doing here. Why her? Over the years, he had many people sitting next to him during flights, but for the very first time in years he wanted to be sitting next to someone for a longer amount of time.

The moment they met, he stopped thinking about Stepahanie, and even if he knows that her wedding is in two days, he only cares about Ophelia.

She sighed, leaning on him and resting her head on his shoulder. She's tired, she only wants to go to bed and sleep and wake up from this nightmare.

But as she hugged his arm, she realized something. Maybe she doesn't want to wake up, because if she does that Mick would disappear. Maybe he's not even real. It's just an illusion, something that came to her dream to make her calm.

"This… is this a dream?" she whispered, suddenly feeling the weight of his head on top of hers.

"Unfortunately, it's not" Mick whispered sadly. 

"Am I bad if I say that I'm glad that it's not?" she whispered, pulling away from his shoulder and looking up at him. "Am I bad if I say that I'm relieved that this is real? That… that this happened and you are here? That you are real…"

"No, of course not" he smiled weakly. 

"I just thought that this was a nightmare, and if I woke up there was a chance that you were not real" she whispered. "That I never met you. And… God, no. I want you to be real, I want to hold you hand"

He smiled weakly and sighed, nodding, holding her hand tighter and sighed. 

He doesn't know how to feel either. He's sad because he's holding her hand during the funeral of her mother, watching how people repeat those five words again and again when they walk towards them. He's sad knowing that tomorrow she will be burying her mother.

He's sad because he doesn't know how to make her happy.

But at the same time he's glad to find someone like her, to find someone that makes him forget about his unrequited love. He's glad to find someone that is interested in him and not on his fame and legacy. He's glad to be next to her, holding her and cheering her protection on the lowest moment of her entire life.

An older woman, around her fifties, came towards them and smiled weakly looking at the pair sitting close. If only Cordelia could see her daughter like that, she's sure she could be happy.

"Ophelia" Mariane said, walking towards them. "Go home, okay? I'll take care if the rest"

"But…" the younger woman frowned, but the moment she felt Mick's hand squeezing her softly she sighed. 

"You look tired, Ophelia" Mick sighed looking at her. 

"But I want to stay until they take her away…" she sighed. "Just…"

"That's not a good idea" Mariane sighed. "Go home, okay? I'll take care of this, you don't have to worry. I'll see you tomorrow"

Mick sighed and got up, pulling her towards him so she could stand up. He can't even understand how she's feeling right now, he doesn't know if she wants to eat or if she will sleep. But the only thing he knows right now is that she can't see how they close the coffin forever. The last thing she has to see from her mother is how she looked sleeping peacefully.

"Come on" he whispered, watching how the older woman walked towards them and wrapped her arms around Ophelia.

"Just breathe deeply, relax. Everything is done now, she's okay" Mariane whispered in her ear.

Ophelia hummed and sighed, pulling away and taking a step back. Mariane smiled weakly at Mick and hugged him, making him rub her back and sigh.

"I'm sorry we met like this" he whispered. 

"Take care of her" she whispered. "I think she will need you"

Mick nodded and sigh, pulling away and looking at Ophelia. Her eyes were on her mother's coffin, smiling weakly. He feels so broken to be the one that has to make her leave, but it's for the best.

"Let's go" he said, holding her hand and walking out.

"I came in a car" she said, grabbing her bag and showing him the car keys of an Audi. "Is parked out there"

"Okay" he nodded. "You want me to drive?"

"Please" she sighed.

They walked, guided by Ophelia, out of the theater and when they walked out through the back door, he found the car. He smiled, looking at the car and walking towards it, opening the passengers door and letting her get inside before going to the driver's door.

"Well… where are we going now?" he asked, holding the steering wheel and looking at her. "Why don't we go somewhere to grab dinner?"

"Okay" she nodded. 

"What do you want? A burger? Pizza? Pasta?" he asked, starting the engine of the car and driving out of the parking lot.

Her silence made him smile weakly, looking at her and making a decision for her. He knows what she likes, they had plenty of time during the plane flight to talk about what they like, and he remembers she mentioned that the Asian food is her guilty pleasure.

Ophelia stared out of the window, looking at the traffic lights and the people walking on the streets. They smile, laugh. They are happy. How long will it take for her to be happy?

"I'm coming in a few minutes, okay?" Mick said, placing his hand on her thigh and squeezing it softly before getting out of the car.

She looked at him getting out of the car and her eyes went to the name of the place where he stopped the car, and she smiled weakly.  

He remembered.

"So… favorite food?" Mick smiled, eating a piece of the chocolate she offered him.

"Well… I stayed three weeks here in Tokyo" she said. "And I can confirm that I ate Japanese food all days…"

"And you fell in love with it" he confirmed.

"It's just… it's amazing" she nodded. "All those flavors, all that mix of ingredients is something that really drives me crazy"

"So, your favorite meal is… Japanese?" he smiled, watching how she nodded quickly.

"I would say, right now, Asian food in general" she explained. "Like, I tried the true Japanese food, but I want to try other things, you know? Korean, Chinese…"

"Yeah, I get it" he nodded. "I heard that there's a Korean restaurant in Zurich with native owners"

"Oh, really? I would like to go, one day" she sighed.

She blushed softly, thinking about that memory. He listened to her and he brought her to that Korean restaurant. 

She smiled, only a little, when he walked out of the place with two bags in his hands.

"I hope you are hungry because the guy told me that this is a meal for four people" Mick said, leaving the bags on the backseats. 

Ophelia nodded and sighed, looking at him and scanning his features with her eyes. She's sure her mom would have loved him.

"Where are we going? My house or yours?" he asked. "If it's yours, do you have the address saved?"

"Can we go to your house?" she sighed. "I don't know how I will feel looking at pictures of her"

"Okay" he nodded. "Look, why don't we do this. We go to your house and you grab clothes to bring to mine, hm? I'll be with you all the time, so if you need to cry, you'll have my shoulder to lean on. What do you think?"

"Okay" she nodded, trying to hold a quiet sob.

Mick smiled weakly and held her hand softly, rubbing her knuckles with his thumb. He wants to see her smile, it kills him hearing how her voice breaks trying to hold a sob.

She wrote the address of her own apartment and Mick drove there, parking the car in front of the apartments complex. He turned off the engine and silence invaded the vehicle.

"Ready?" he asked her, caressing her hand and opening the door of his side.

Ophelia looked at him and sighed, taking a deep breath and joining him outside, standing next to Mick. She blushed softly when he held her hand and they walked towards the front door, getting inside after she opened it with her key.

"Just grab as much clothes as you need" he said. "You are staying with me"

"But…" she mumbled looking up at him. "What about your friends' wedding?"

"What about that?" he smiled weakly. "It's in two days, I'll see what I'll do"

She sighed and got out of the elevator followed by him, opening the front door of her apartment and taking a deep breath. She wants to do this quick, grab comfortable clothes and leave. 

While she was on her bedroom, Mick walked around, looking at the apartment. On the living room there's a piano with a scorebook on top of it, a few pictures on the walls that showed some of her concerts. There's a lot of shelves that have many books, he guessed those are sore books too. 

But what caught his attention was the picture on top of the piano. It was a little girl playing the piano, with her hair tied on two buns.

"In that picture I was playing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" 

Mick turned around, looking at her holding a backpack. He smiled weakly and walked towards her and grabbed the packpack, hanging it on his shoulder.

"She would be so proud of you" he whispered, making her head drop and look down at the floor. 

"She was supposed to come to my debut" she mumbled. "But she missed the plane. I got so mad at her… God, I talked so cold to her when she called me before the concert…"

"Hey, she knows you didn't mean it" Mick frowned, hugging her. "She knows you wanted her to be there, that it hurt you…"

"I was mad, Mick" she whispered. "I called her selfish…"

"You know you didn't mean it"

Tears started to flow down her cheeks again. Suddenly she feels guilty. What if her mom had a heart attack because she was mad? It doesn't sound stupid to her. She was so upset with her, maybe her mom was too sad that…

"Take a deep breath, Ophelia" Mick asked, rubbing her back. "Everything will be okay, you will be okay. You'll stop feeling this way and you'll see how proud she is of you"

She hugged him, holding his black blazer. Her mind is playing tricks on her and she feels exhausted, maybe that's why she falls for those tricks so easily.

"Take me out of here, please" she begged.

Mick sighed and nod, feeling his heart breaking with every tear that touched his shirt. He just hugged her shoulders and walked out of the apartment with her, turning off the lights and locking the door with her keys.

Her mind was spiraling, hearing the conversation she had with her mother right before she had to go to the stage.

"What do you mean?" she frowned, pulling away the phone from her ear and looking at the time. 

"I can't be there, love" her mother sighed. "I missed the plane, I can't be tonight. But I promise I'll go tomorrow, okay?"

"You promised that you were going to be at my debut too. I think you don't know how to make promises" she frowned, feeling how her breathing was fast. 

"Come on, Ophelia… you know that these things happen. May I remind you that you missed the plane to go to the Rome's Competition?"

"It was because my car broke!" she exclaimed. "What excuse do you have, hm? That the guy you are fucking made you so sore that you can't walk faster to get in the plane? That you had to suck the dick of the conductor so he could choose you to be the next soloist? Can you stop acting like a whore for once?!"

"Watch your tone, young lady" her mother frowned. "I know you are mad right now, but tomorrow I'll be there. And the reason why I missed the plane is because…"

"I don't care" she groaned, ending the call.

She didn't listen to her mother. She didn't let her explain that she got out of a concert. And she died after that. 

She feels guilty.

"You okay?" Mick asked carefully. 

"I… I called her a whore" she mumbled. "I…"

"Hey, stop thinking about that" he sighed. "She knows you never meant to call her like that"

Ophelia frowned, wiping away her tears. How can he be so sure about that? Why is he so calm around her? 

When they arrived at his house, he parked the car in front of it, opening the door and grabbing the food bags while she grabbed her backpack.  

She looked at the house, impressed. It's not too big, it has a porch where the front door is. Is a two floor house and with enough space, too much for only one person.

"Welcome home" he smiled, opening the door and watching his dog walk towards them.

"You have a dog?" Ophelia asked softly. "Is cute"

"And she loves cuddles" he said, looking at her. "Right, Angie?"

Ophelia smiled weakly and kneeled in front of the dog, letting her smell her hand and after that she patted her head softly. The dog followed Mick, who guided Ophelia towards the guest's room. 

"Change clothes, yeah?" he smiled. "I think there are some of my hoodies on that wardrobe, you are free to take whatever you want"

Mick walked out but his dog stayed with her, laying on the floor in front of her, placing her head on her feet. Ophelia sighed, getting up and grabbing one of his hoodies and some leggings she packed, changing her clothes.

They had dinner in silence, but not an uncomfortable one. He knows what she's thinking, he can see the demons flying around her head.

"Is it good?" he asked, pointing to a dish. 

"Hm? Yeah" she sighed, nodding.

Mick smiled weakly and held her hand, making her look at him. She sighed, squeezing his hand softly and smiling weakly.

After they finished the dinner, he led her to the couch, holding her close and rubbing her back. The TV was on, but none of them were paying attention to what was playing.

"Why are you so good with me?" she asked suddenly, breaking their silence. "Why… Why are you treating me this way?"

"Because you don't deserve to be alone" he answered. "You don't deserve to be alone while you are grieving, you deserve to have someone next to you that holds you"

"But…" she whispered. 

"No" he interrupted her. "Don't say what you were going to say. You don't deserve it"

"I do…"

"You don't" he sighed. He took a deep breath and pulled her to his chest, laying on the couch with her on top of him. "You know… my dad had an accident ten years ago"

"What?" she mumbled looking at him.

"It was my fault. We were spending the winter break on The Alps with my family. I wanted to go skiing and since I wasn't old enough to be alone, he came with me" he said, rubbing her back. "We went to a zone that was off-piste and he went too fast… he hit his head with a rock. He was on a coma for a lot of time and there wasn't a day were I didn't feel guilty"

"Oh, Mick…" Ophelia mumbled, taking a deep breath. "But… is he okay now?"

"I don't know how to say it. I never know how to answer that question" he said. "He's alive, yeah. But some doctors say it is a hopeless case, others say that he's improving. My mom is with him all day and she says that she sees changes in him after every therapy session"

"And you? Do you see changes?" she asked. 

"I don't know" he mumbled. "I mean… I can see he's getting old. But.. You know what hurts me the most? That he's there, sitting on a bed or on a chair, but I can't speak with him about my job. I can't have a conversation about what we like"

Ophelia nodded and sighs, looking at him. His eyes turned sad, his blue eyes were getting glassy but with a deep breath he blinked the tears away.

"I know how you are feeling, Ophelia" he whispered. "That's why I will never leave you alone. I'm with you, I will hold you as long as you need it"

"Thank you, Mick" she smiled weakly, placing her hand on his jaw and kissing his cheek softly.

His heart was closer to hers. Somehow, she felt calm in his arms, in his house. It felt like a refugee to her. 

Maybe they were meant to meet the way they met.

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my friend from physics days is doing a physics MSc in germany and suddenly the guy ONLY spends his time either climbing snowy mountains for one billion hours or going to opera shows no third option lolllll obsessed

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MSC Opera | Ghid pentru Insulele Canare si Madeira

Cum credeti ca ii sta bine calatorului? Evident cu drumul si cum poti incepe mai bine 2025 decat cu o excursie? 🙂 Am ales sa ne incepem anul la caldura, aproape ca de fiecare data, si am poposit in Insulele Canare si Madeira pentru un circuit. Continue reading MSC Opera | Ghid pentru Insulele Canare si Madeira

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Confira a repercussão da chegada do 1º navio de 366 metros no Porto de Salvador

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В свете усиливающегося напряжения между хуситами в Йемене и британскими с американскими вооруженными силами, крупнейшие мировые круизные компании пересматривают маршруты, проходящие через Красное море. MSC Cruises, швейцарско-итальянский оператор, стал первым, кто в середине января отменил свои рейсы, включая 21-дневный круиз MSC Opera из Дубая в Геную и 23-дневный MSC Virtuosa из Дубая в Саутгемптон. Это решение было принято с целью обеспечения безопасности пассажиров, поскольку компания не смогла найти альтернативный маршрут. Costa Cruises, также принадлежащая Carnival, отменила круиз из ОАЭ в Италию, а Seabourn и Aida Cruises отменили несколько рейсов на весенний и летний сезоны, включая круизы из Дубая в Гамбург и на Майорку. Princess Cruises выбирают альтернативные маршруты, обходя Красное море, а Silversea отменила два рейса на борту Silver Moon из Маската в Дубай и из Дубая в Мумбаи в январе. Пока изменения касаются только весенних рейсов, на осенние по-прежнему можно бронировать билеты. В феврале в Дубай и Абу-Даби все еще ожидают прибытие десятков круизных судов, несмотря на обострение напряженности в регионе.

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Neue Route für die MSC Opera: Kanarische Inseln & Madeira im Winter 24/25

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and it is about the times an the casino is the gamble of life and macs say that part is ending.  and that swiss time is running out for them once it starts and for macs they have to fight for real and do. and the casino a metaphor but really, it i real.  and the one that might burn in dubai. 

one ship i think is in dubai is the msc opera and it has gambling.  

ti think they set off a fire and on the ship and it burns to the ground or gunnels

and is probably the titanic wiht a ship  on it.

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and it is and tons se eit no and they hear it no.  it is our stuff. and we see it  they ogo down no.  it is them though who sandk and i sunk it.  Tresspasser and it was the cunard line still and built by ghwb and he lost it that day. wnet mad and made stuff lost it. and we used it had to.  and tons were at him later and he let it go was a fool.  truly a fool. and tonight no shortly they burn the casino.  and it is supposedly the islamics no.  and they ttry for russia and it is the clones. and blow it and the thers use it tot hreaten tommy f use his disguese say it to him. he is a fool a big one

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Chi è Gianluigi Aponte?

Gianluigi Aponte è un imprenditore campano, oggi a capo di MSC. MSC è la prima compagnia di gestione di linee cargo a livello mondiale: 760 navi, 300 rotte, 520 porti di scalo in 155 paesi, 180mila dipendenti. "Post nubila phoebus" è la scritta in latino che compare sotto lo stemma di Sant'Agnello, piccolo centro della Penisola sorrentina di oltre 8mila anime. Significa che dopo le nuvole tornerà a splendere il sole ed è una frase che racchiude tutta la voglia di indipendenza espressa dagli abitanti di questo gioiello del Golfo di Napoli, incastonato tra Sorrento e Piano di Sorrento e collocato su una terrazza di tufo che domina a picco il mare da un'altezza di circa 50 metri, fino a quando i suoi rioni ottennero nel 1866 da re Vittorio Emanuele II il permesso di costituire un comune autonomo. Quel mare, lo stesso che stregò Lucio Dalla ispirandolo nella composizione di 'Caruso', e quel profondo desiderio di essere l'artefice del proprio destino e della propria fortuna hanno accompagnato sin dalla giovane età l'armatore Gianluigi Aponte, fondatore e patron della Msc (Mediterranean Shipping Company SA), nato a Sant'Agnello il 27 giugno del 1940. "Dopo la pioggia, il sole" sembra anche l'auspicio per una buona navigazione: un motto che di sicuro ha portato bene all'imprenditore campano, oggi a capo della prima compagnia di gestione di linee cargo a livello mondiale. 760 navi, 300 rotte, 520 porti di scalo in 155 paesi, 180mila dipendenti: sono numeri da capogiro quelli di Msc. Il logo di questo colosso della navigazione - che dal 1988, con l'acquisizione della flotta che fu del comandante Achille Lauro, opera anche nel settore delle crociere - campeggia quest'anno come main sponsor sulla maglia del Napoli campione d'Italia. Dopo la vittoria del terzo scudetto la squadra di Aurelio De Laurentiis ha voluto rafforzare la partnership che dal 2011 la lega a Msc all'insegna del claim "From Napoli to the World", altro slogan che può benissimo riassumere l'epopea imprenditoriale di Aponte e il suo afflato internazionale. Da generazioni gli Aponte hanno respirato l'aria del mare e nel mare hanno trovato la loro fonte di sostentamento: a Sant'Agnello e Sorrento c'è chi li ricorda come proprietari di piccole imbarcazioni che facevano la spola tra Napoli e la Penisola trasportando persone e merci. Ma la rotta del capitano Aponte è travagliata sin da subito. L'infanzia dell'imprenditore è segnata da un grave lutto: il padre muore a Mogadiscio in Somalia, dove si era trasferito con moglie e figlio, quando Gianluigi ha solo cinque anni. La perdita del papà forgia il carattere del giovane sorrentino, che fa ritorno in Penisola insieme alla mamma e da adolescente comincia ad appassionarsi alla vita di mare. Prima si diploma con ottimi voti all'istituto nautico Nino Bixio di Piano di Sorrento (la stessa scuola in cui aveva studiato Achille Lauro), poi a vent'anni comincia la sua carriera come capitano di traghetti passeggeri per conto dell'azienda di famiglia. In quel periodo, a bordo di una nave di cui è il capitano, conosce Rafaela Diamant, ragazza svizzera di origini israeliane e figlia di un ricco dirigente di banca. I due convolano a nozze e vanno a vivere a Ginevra (dove Aponte risiede attualmente). Dal matrimonio nasceranno due figli: Diego Aponte e Alexa Aponte Vago, oggi rispettivamente presidente del gruppo e direttrice finanziaria di Msc. Passato dalla terra dei limoni a quella del cioccolato, per Aponte inizia una "pausa" dal mondo del trasporto marittimo durante la quale lavora a lungo come banchiere.  Svizzera, Regno Unito, Belgio sono le tappe di un percorso imprenditoriale che nel 1970 lo porta ad acquistare la sua prima nave e ad avviare la sua attività. Il resto è storia. Nasce Msc, che da impresa con una sola imbarcazione diventa una delle più grandi compagnie di spedizioni per il trasporto di container al mondo, totalizzando ricavi per 86,4 miliardi di euro nel 2022. Un colosso che dopo aver dominato i mari ha scelto di scommettere anche sul business del trasporto ferroviario, acquistando la metà di Italo grazie a un'operazione da 4 miliardi di euro finalizzata a inizio a ottobre. E c'è chi, in ambienti romani, non ha fatto mistero di gradire l'ipotesi Msc per l'acquisto di Ita in caso di fallimento della trattativa con Lufthansa. Intanto il comandante Aponte governa il suo impero dalla Svizzera, senza dimenticare la sua terra d'origine. Nel 2014 l'armatore dona alla città di Sant'Agnello il 'Club House Msc', struttura di 14mila metri quadri dotata di parcheggio multipiano, campo da tennis, campo polifunzionale, campo da calcetto, piscina e palestra: il complesso è oggi utilizzabile sia dai cittadini di Sant'Agnello come centro benessere sia dai giovani ufficiali delle navi Msc per l'addestramento. Il legame di Aponte con Sorrento resta forte anche quando si tratta di scegliere dipendenti e collaboratori. Molti ragazzi del territorio infatti si sono trasferiti sul suolo svizzero per lavorare per Aponte e per Msc, al punto che in Penisola qualcuno oggi con ironia arriva a definire Ginevra "una Sorrento circondata dalle Alpi". Read the full article

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Más de 3.200 cruceristas llegan a Alicante a bordo de dos barcos

Más de 3.200 cruceristas han llegado este viernes a Alicante a bordo de dos barcos, el MSC Orchestra, que opera como puerto base, y el Seven Seas Splendor, que hace escala en la ciudad. Esta es una de las siete ocasiones a lo largo del año en que coinciden dos cruceros a la vez en el Puerto, situación que volverá a repetirse el próximo jueves 26. Este mes de octubre está previsto batir récord de…